Another View Magazine Barrie Winter 2014 | Page 23

RETNIW EERF 102 you’ve never left, and it is impossible to leave, beIn fact ussI htneveS cause you ARE love. You have simply chosen to lovingly forget, for your own benefit. You have chosen to grow stronger, by playing with the idea that you are not love, and that you are not in it’s center. rehtonA weiV You are powerful enough to have completely lost yourself SO far in love, that it seems that you have lost everything, including yourself…but you are always here. And so is love, just waiting for you to let go of the illusion you’ve created and acknowledge yourself. You cannot escape love. You can only close your eyes and pretend not to see what is all around you. There is nothing but love. And ec just you retaW ehT y d the shadyour fears are reallyapS weivconcentratingbonehsilbuP ows you cast from the brilliance of your own light. You’ve gotten so caught up in the play being put on by your own love, the light of which is the projector, the shadows, created by the all the moving energy of thought, feeling and emotion. Calm the movement, allow yourself to be still, and all the shadows will disappear and you will find yourself in love. eirraB ssenlleW & htlaeH larutaN Love is deeper than any ocean, and even more infinite than the space in which the stars reside, yet it is closer to you than the very cells of your body. enizagaM Because of love’s depth, it can frighten even the most courageous and powerful of warriors. Mortal men tremble when peering into it’s depths from afar, because they cannot remember where these deep places take them. To traverse the depths of love will take them back to themselves, which they fear, because they’ve believed their own shadows stories. They’ve forgotten they were only playing a game, make ussi siht edisnroom with blan:e believe, like children in a I kets over the chairs pretending their small fort is a palace. When we remember we’re only pretending and inventing and that we are creating this experience, there is nothing to go back to but love. Love is all there is. The language of which is silence, the yrteoP meaning of words created by feelings arising from nothingness. Each dialect a Universe of it’s own, vibrating forth from the rhythm of the heart beat of existence. And se alone in waR we are just dancing piceR the light. Flowing in and out of the only breath that will ever be taken. Timeless, we wait for nothing, except to remember ourselves as love, spiT e aC ik not breathing and dancing,rforevernandS at all. When we truly know that we are nothing, then finally, we may know love. gnilaeH reyarP evitiutnI ■ Jordan Lavigne Intuitive oitavitcA traeH rehgiH sn Healer, Facilitator & Alchemical Artist Freelance Writer [email protected] cihtaporutaN cinilC ni-kla 23